For Qingyou's art exhibition, Zhou Han personally directed the layout of the hotel, and personally invited some Australian celebrities. This art exhibition must be a success and fulfill Qingyou's wish.
Oil paintings of the American West were placed in corresponding positions. Zhou Han looked at the paintings in a daze. He never knew that a painting could understand the meaning of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, as if it were alive.
Qingyou's brushwork is delicate and full, and the protagonists in each painting have different expressions. From their expressions, we can see the artist's delicate heart. She integrated her emotions into the paintings. Each painting records a person.
A story, a mood.
"Qingyou, your art exhibition will definitely be a sensation!" Zhou Han praised generously.
"Then thank you for letting Tianhan Hotel out. Tianhan is much more famous than my paintings~" Qingyou smiled calmly, "Zhou Han, thank you!"
"Qingyou, you don't need to say thank you to me. As long as you are happy, I am willing to do anything!" Zhou Han looked sincere.
"Haha..." Qingyou still smiled, but only she knew the pain in her heart.
"Wow~~~" Yang Yifeng walked into the hall, "Not bad, it looks like that! Qingyou, you have worked hard in the past five years!" He was also impressed by Qingyou's paintings.
Qingyou, "Why are you here? Don't you have to go to work? The boss skips work and so do the employees?"
Yang Yifeng said, "Yes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. CEO, don't deduct my salary!"
Zhou Han, "I told you to talk nonsense, come and help! Put these paintings on the shelf, be careful!"
Qingyou, "If you two come out to help, won't Zhou Yang be the only one left in Tianhan? Isn't he going to die from exhaustion?"
Yang Yifeng glanced at Zhou Han, deliberately amplified his voice and said, "He is happy and very efficient!" Then he secretly whispered into Zhou Han's ear, "He hit it off with the president's little secretary!"
Zhou Han turned his head and glanced at him sideways, "You're the only dog who can't spit out ivory~"
"Oh, Qingyou, can the dog in your painting spit out ivory? Look at it, it looks fierce!" Yang Yifeng pointed at the police dog in Qingyou's painting.
Zhou Han glared at him, strangled his neck with his arms, "Help~~~" Yang Yifeng shouted deliberately, but in fact Zhou Han didn't use any force at all.
"You two, stop making trouble," Xia Qingyou looked at the two of them fighting, as if they were back to the time when the three of them played together when they were children. "This police dog is a great hero. It has successfully found out the number of terrorist incidents in many missions."
Dangerous items are more powerful than you!"
"No wonder, it has a gold medal hanging around its neck~" Yang Yifeng looked at the police dog in the painting carefully, and suddenly said something bloody, "Zhou Han, we are worse than animals!"
Yang Yifeng's joke made everyone laugh, and Zhou Han couldn't help but feel a little comfort in his heart. It would be great if Qingyou could always be so happy.
After dinner, Zhou Han drove his BMW to the "Summer Flowers" store. He had been busy preparing for the art exhibition these days and had not seen Xia Xia. He didn't know how she was doing.
Zhou Han parked the car on the side of the road and walked straight into the flower shop, "Uncle and aunt!".
"Hey, President Zhou is here!" When Master Ning saw Zhou Han coming in, he quickly poked Xia Xia, who was dozing next to him, and whispered in her ear, "Daughter, your boss is here!"
"Ah?" Xia Xia raised her head instinctively, her eyes half-closed, and she still couldn't figure out the situation.
Zhou Han stepped forward, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her up with force.
"Ah~~~" Xia Xia's feet lifted off the ground and she was startled. All the sleepyheads ran away, "Zhou Han, it's you, let me down!"
"Are you tired from work? Dozed off so early?" Zhou Han put her down, still holding his hand on her shoulder.
"Ahem..." Mr. Ning coughed lightly, "Xia Xia, please let the president go upstairs for a cup of tea. There is no place to sit down below."
"Dad, no need, he's very busy, he's about to..."
"Okay, thank you, uncle!" Zhou Han interrupted Xia Xia and pulled her toward the stairs inside.